It’s Palm Sunday. But the sermon I heard this morning could have been given any Sunday of the church year.
I remember exactly one phrase: “unwilling to understand.” It fit beautifully with whatever the Deacon (we were worshiping with Roman Catholics) was saying. But I’ve already forgotten the exact context and that’s OK. Even when I’m the preacher I don’t necessarily remember the sermon.
How often are we willfully unwilling to understand?
Whether it’s the changing climate or the plight of the refugee,
whether it’s the rising water or the post-storm debris,
whether he is an unknown immigrant or a well-known relative,
whether she was born recently or decades ago,
whether they live a world away or just down the street,
whatever the situation
it’s ever so much easier to simply ignore what is reported,
to look away from what is shown,
to shut mind and heart to what is revealed,
so we can pretend it is – or they are – someone else’s problem.
I know I’m guilty.
Meanwhile we Christians say we follow Jesus – one who did not ignore what was going on around him. Jesus did not look away from the people before and beside him. He did not shut his heart and mind to the great needs of the world.
Lord, make me willing to understand. And willing to act.